“What’s the matter now?” cried the new-comer, in plain English. “You cowardly sneak! why didn’t you lead your men up to the falls as I told you to?”
“They went back on me,” was the reply, “and I won’t be called a sneak, either!”
It was difficult to see exactly what happened because the men were so far down among the trees, but there was the sound of two shots fired almost together. After that all was still.
“I wonder,” thought Trim, “if these two have had a long standing quarrel and have now shot each other? I shall have to find out about it.”
CHAPTER VIII.
KING MULVEY’S BRIDGE.
He returned to Dobbin, finished what was necessary to do in caring for the sailor’s wound, and then took a look at the guards at each entrance.
Everything seemed to be in as good condition as could be asked, for the men were as determined as ever to repel any and all attacks upon them.
Not a sound had been heard from the savages outside.
“I’m going to make an exploration,” said Trim to the white man on guard at the first entrance, “and I may not get back until after dark.